Never, never ending. Constant motion, constant sleep. Forever complicated,. Never silent, never flee. . Never, never flee. Always overkill, yeah. Never, never flee.
"Do you smoke opium?" he said. As he opened my wallet on the street. I said, please god please. Can you breathe just a little softer?. It's hard enough to stand up straight.
I'm sure someone would hear me if I screamed. But not today. I'm sure someone would notice if I seemed. Out of touch. Or way behind. But not today. . I don't mind being lonely once in a while.
Old man walking on the old foot path. Old man walking with his first son. Oh son, my heart is on the ocean. And my eyes are burning from the salt sea.
I'd like to see you out one night. Dressed up like a Rock 'n' Roll star. Straight out of some strange magazine. Then I know I'd love you more. But if I see you out somewhere.
sound asleep in an ocean of crashes. sound asleep in pouring black rain. bedside voices praying with tears of ashes. stung by the salt of weepig skies.
In here it's always midnight. In here it's always dark. In here there's always a shadow cast. By these florescent lights. . In here forever is a dying myth.
I won't let you go. I won't let you go. Not to Detroit City. Not to Chicago.. . And I won't let you go. I won't let you go. Not to Mississippi. Not to Tupelo..
A song for when you go. To keep you company. A song for when you go. Far away from me. . A song for when you go. To California. West of the city lights.
What it is in nature which lends its hand. To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight. That by the silent boot of a dying word. A scythe was taught to moan and to write.
A simple proposition. A simple night of passion. Tell me I'm not crazy. Talk me down, give me ration.. . Intuition is a home. Dusty with neglect. No longer is it clear for me.
Born to the red rising sun. A silver ring and a bottle of rum. The lonesome coup is nothing new. I'll toast it anyway just for fun.. . How could we know about this?.
Hold your tongue and walk away. Say its been a lovely day. Say tomorrow evening's fine. Please?, Saint John Devine. . Until discordant bells have rung.
She wore out the feeling. With a tender killing. She paid for the blackout. I saw it rolling in.. . Was I, was I. Watching over you, or just. Watching you fall apart..
Scene one.. Curtain up.. See the couple, coffee shop. Beatniks beating out beebop. Rainy day, skies are grey. But the couple feeling gay. Boy is laughing at her joke.
The seconds on the day of the Easter parade. There was a flower child. Running as fast as she can.. . A new shade of rays and some bucket shoes. And an angel of mercy strung from her hand like a balloon.
Dark and lonely, lonely man. Turn around pick a door and take your chance. The innocent breeze whispered in his ear. "Promises, promises", the old man leered.
The moon has come out tonight.. Round as a crying eye. Round as a ringle of smoke. From your smoke signal sky. . I am the oak and the maple. I have covered my roots.
I'm gonna do a series of 'em. Yeah, just go ahead and roll it. Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Oil painted portrait of still life. A moving image with patience, just lie still.
Come little children. I'll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment. . Come little children. The time's come to play. Here in my garden of shadows. .